Hold Me Tight, Satisfy My Soul

May love be freedom to the beholder,
as wings are to a bat.

For bodies, minds, and hearts are all we truly are.
By giving away sole proprietorship of such to another,
to engage in a trusted partnership,
so as to trust another to hold sacred and protect,
these three truly individual and irrevocable assets,
we gain freedom in knowing,
our very existence, our memory, our legacy,
will forever be protected and kept safe by another.

As beings with an inevitable expiration date,
we make ourselves vulnerable to one another,
for, what is life
if you always remain safely tucked away,
and never experience the adrenaline,
the rush,
the exhilaration of leaping before you look?

I've leapt and fallen on rocks,
left broken bones behind.
I've leapt when all signs indicated that it would be safe,
and ended up drifting, blistering in the sun.
But now,
with all of the trust in vulnerability,
curiosity in uncertainty,
and commitment in mingling our beings,
I am floating through your atmosphere,
ready to rise with you as we approach oblivion.

I would rather rise than fall.

This is how my soul has decided to define love.
So seductive,
honesty and vulnerability caressing and calling me yours.
I want to be yours.
I have to be yours.
Hell, the universe already made me yours.
Time to be an US.
United Souls.

I love you.